She bangs her son’s runners together,
turns them over.
Sand falls and falls.
***
roadside: all day,
teens in school uniforms
come, heap flowers
***
an old ladder
climbs a small embankment,
steps into the sky
***
in the glade’s cloaked silence
the shade-soaked song of
one bird plays
***
snapdragons clutched
by a rock wall:
mustard on an old man’s face
***
up from a cloud of gravel
peeks the half-moon
of a tire
***
opening the door:
a moth flutters in,
darkness too
***
the pen dips
into a small well of ink:
one by one, stars appear
***
Thought I’d change things up with a few haiku, first published in North Shore Magazine. I’ve missed writing them! More to come….
Lynne Burnett 
Love!! 💓
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Thanks so much!
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Superb haiku! Sublime.
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Oh my goodness! Thank you so much, Bob!
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Wonderful collection of images Lynne!
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Thank you, Chris! Hah – some took awhile to find but it’s fun looking!
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So, Chris, after my last reply (once I saw you were responding to Haiku Favourites) I thought maybe you actually meant the images from my haiku! Thank you for that, if so.
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That’s funny. When you mentioned “fun looking” I thought you were digging through your archives knee-deep in haiku. The visuals are great – but nothing compared to the haiku 🙂
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Digging is always fun! I keep coming back to snapdragons clutched by a rock wall: mustard on an old man’s face. Gorgeous images and textures.
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Gee, that’s just great! Many thanks! That’s also one of my favourites…Makes me want to write some more! You made my night!
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